ARTIST'S MUSE
Title: Artist’s Muse
Written By: dalic07
Timeline: Gap-filler 309 and post 309
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: After a conversation with Daphne, Justin finds a new way to capture Brian’s beauty.
Author Notes: As always, these are not my characters, they belong to Cowlip, blah, blah. Also, I would like to thank my beta who has been my editor and muse. Here’s to four years of friendship and to many, many more.
Justin:
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun!” Daphne tries to coax you into it but you stand firm.
“There is no way I’m going to try to capture what Brian and I do behind closed doors on camera for your personal enjoyment.”
“Don’t think of it as my personal enjoyment, because I really don’t want see that anyway, think of it as a new kink.”
“Daphne, even if I could convince Brian that it’s a kink that I want to try, which, for the record, I don’t, I couldn’t keep a hard-on thinking about you watching us after.”
“Oh I doubt that. I did it once and had one of the best orgasms ever!”
“I really didn’t want to know that. And I’ve never had a problem with having fantastic orgasms, especially when Brian is involved.”
“That’s to be expected, but think about watching yourself; watching Brian and you together. You have to admit that it would be hot.”
You catch yourself thinking about it. You’ve watched Brian get blown and fuck other guys but you’ve never seen yourself blow or getting fucked by him for obvious reasons. The thought does make your dick twitch the slightest bit… ok maybe a lot, but you’re not going to tell Daphne.
You shake your head and down the rest of your water bottle. “No, that’s just too kinky, even for me. You’re just going to have to try that argument with some other gay guy and his hot boyfriend.”
She sighs and laughs. “Fine, but you’re missing out. Okay, well I have to go. Class calls.”
“Okay, talk to you later.” You flip your phone closed and sit back on the couch, trying to find a better position for you and your stiffened flesh.
You try to watch TV but can only see the faint outline of you and Brian fucking on the screen. Damn your vivid imagination!
After fifteen minutes of this torture, you decide to grab a notebook and draw Brian from earlier that day, sitting on his desk at Vanguard, looking at a board for one of the new clients. His legs are out in front of him, locked to each other at the ankles, giving you a clear view of the Prada shoes he bought last week. He is concentrating on… the text, you think, but his eyes are intense yet calm. His hair is succumbing to gravity, slanted against his face, but still allowing you to see his perfectly groomed, handsome features.
You throw yourself into the drawing, all thoughts of video cameras and televisions gone from your mind, lost among the angles of Brian’s body.
You jump when you hear the door open and slam shut, but your hand continues to work, perfecting a piece of hair hanging over the board. You feel the real thing brush against your ear as Brian leans over your shoulder and looks at the progress you’ve made.
“Someone was spying on me before he left for the day,” he whispers in your ear.
“Ha! There aren’t many times when I don’t see you looking at a board or a proposal.”
“What about when we’re at Babylon or Woody’s or…” You feel Brian’s hand drift down your chest and come to a rest on your groin, giving your cock a squeeze. “When I’m fucking you into the mattress, driving you crazy, leaving you speechless and wanting more. Why don’t you draw me like that?”
“Because when I see you like that I’m too busy being fucked into the mattress to pay attention to the curve your biceps make when you’re holding yourself over me or the arch of your back when you come.”
“Well I do suppose you get the better part of that bargain.” He kisses your neck and strokes you harder before walking up the steps.
“Mmm… I have yet to complain.” You put down the pad of paper and pencil and follow him, stopping within the frame of the room.
You watch as his tan body comes out from under the expensive suit he chose especially for that day. You bite your tongue to keep from making an audible sound but it’s not enough to keep Brian from looking back at you with an eyebrow raised. “Like the view, Sunshine?”
“From an artist’s perspective you are the perfect model.”
“And from your point of view?”
“Totally fuckable.”
“That’s generally the look I go for.”
By this point he’s down to his boxer briefs. You close the few short feet between you and him and feel his arms wrap around your waist as your arms find themselves around his neck.
He bends his body until his lips connect with yours and his cock is against your hip, making heat spread from there to every part of your body and at the same time making you conscious of your entire body.
Your shirt is over your head before it actually registers in your mind, your lungs take a breath and Brian’s back on you almost taking that air away from you again.
You kiss and lick his neck, saving the sucking for his chest and regions lower, hearing the soft sigh he reluctantly lets come from his throat. You try to bite the skin over his pecs and abs hoping to make him feel the heat that he sparks in you with every touch. You feel the pulls of his body that let you know that he is trying to keep from moaning or sighing. When your tongue dips into his navel, you hear his breath come out in a hiss and he pulls away at first from the shock but he pushes back into you to receive more.
You move faster now, your body aching to have his cock in your mouth, to feel his hot cum fill your mouth and listen to his gasps and moans as a bit of his soul leaves him.
Your mouth finally meets its goal and you look up watching as Brian loses himself. The only thing keeping him grounded is the warmth of your mouth around his member.
You begin to push at his legs, hinting at him to move toward the bed. He follows, lying on the bed, slowly, to keep from losing the connection.
When he’s finally comfortable you let go of the last waning restraint you have over your body. You position yourself above his cock and push him all the way to the back of your throat, swallowing around him. You finally hear the moan Brian had been holding back and smile to yourself, you love that sound.
Another 30 minutes of licking, sucking and teasing Brian and he finally comes. Warmth fills your mouth and you swallow, listening to Brian come back down from where ever he was.
He catches his breath and you climb back up the bed, your member standing erect (pants discarded long ago) and lay next to him, patiently staring at the ceiling.
He clears his throat after a moment, and licks his lips. “That was fucking hot,” he comments, huskily. You look at Brian and see that goofy gleam in his eye and smack his thigh and go back to looking at the ceiling. “Just like the cover of your comic.” You glance over and see the picture you and Michael had been fighting over in Brian’s hand.
You feel your face flush and put your hands to your face, smiling sheepishly. “Michael finally agreed to go with it; even if we do get arrested.”
“Uh huh… Well what kind of artist would you be if you didn’t?” You look over at him and smile, knowing that this is where you needed to be, with Brian instead of Ethan. You sits up and kiss Brian, making your cock strain more.
To your extreme displeasure there is a knock at the door and you fall back on the bed. Brian sighs. “Sorry, that’s my eleven o’clock.” He pauses and kisses you lightly again before getting up to get his jeans.
You lay in bed for a minute, again, thinking about what Daphne said. You push it from your mind and get dressed quickly, knowing that Brian wouldn’t want to try to fuck his trick with you getting dressed right next to them.
You hear Brian open the door, and a pair of shoes walk in. “Cool place,” he says, you hear him unzip his jacket.
“Ah, yeah, there’s tour’s every hour,” Brian replies, and you can’t help but snicker. This guy has no clue what he’s getting into. “Bedroom’s through there.”
You walk down the steps, coat and scarf in hand, and walk past the man. Not bad, this will be an interesting fuck. Too bad you can’t stick around.
“Who’s he?” Yeah, he has no fucking clue what he’s gotten himself into.
Wanting to hear this, you stand next to Brian while you pull on your coat. “Uh…That’s a difficult question to answer given the limitations of the language, the conventionality of most people’s thinking.” Brian pauses to look at you and you return his gaze, knowing what he is getting ready to say will mean more than the trick will ever realize. “Umm, let’s just say he’s the guy I fucked more than once.”
You smile at Brian and give the trick a less-than-innocent smile. “Unlike you,” you say, simply, before kissing Brian and walking out and closing the door.
As you walk to the diner you began thinking about Daphne’s proposition again (you make a mental note to duct tape Daphne’s mouth shut next time you see her) and it sticks in your head through your shift at the diner (which got you great tips). On your way back to Daph’s you make a decision to go for it. No matter whether Brian says yes or no you’ll more than likely end up on the bed being fucked senselessly and moaning uncontrollably.
You recall seeing a camera in a cabinet, next to a tripod one time when you were looking for a pan (or maybe a cleaning product). Well, that takes care of the camera all you need now is the great Kinney to give his final say and you both would be amateur porn stars.
Brian:
After many hours of dancing at Babylon, the last thing you would expect to see in your loft is Justin, in the bedroom, clothes still on, fussing over something in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Need some help, Sunshine?” you ask, getting a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
“No, just stay in there, I’ll be out in a minute.” Though you would be more than content going into your room and fucking the shit out of Justin, you stay there; an angry twink would kill your high.
You lean against the counter, watching his bubble butt move around, keeping his secret from you. You move to the couch, and lay there, trying to relax before going into more cardiovascular exercise.
Justin pops up a minute later, a satisfied grin on his face. “Hey.” He leaps off the stairs and onto the couch, kissing you. “Have a fun time at Babylon?”
“New tricks, same old song and dance. What about you? How was the diner?”
“Same old customers, better tips though.” He kisses you more passionately this time and whispers, “I’ve been hard all day.”
You drop your voice to meet his tone. “That doesn’t surprise me. All of that energy you had when you left I didn’t think you’d make it all the way to the diner without popping your zipper.”
“Not only that, but I haven’t jacked off all day.”
“Mhmm… Now what can we do to celebrate this momentous occasion?”
“I have an idea.” He stands up. “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Is that really necessary? I mean the couch will do just fine for what we need.”
“Yes it’s necessary. Now come on!” He pulls you to your feet and drags you to the bedroom. You stop at the top of the steps and turn your gaze toward the bathroom.
There stands the tripod you bought a few years ago, and the camera that came with it. There is a story behind that, but, happily, you destroyed all the evidence and Mikey is sworn to secrecy, though you’re sure he’d spill the first chance he got.
Justin pushes against you, his cock against your thigh, leaving a wet spot on your jeans. “What do you think?” he asks his tongue in his cheek.
You turn your attention to his eyes; they scream for you to fuck him and who are you to deny his request?
Being more of a man of action than words, you push Justin into the middle of the room, and he complies, kissing your face and neck, completely forgetting about the camera for the moment.
You stop him before he runs into the night stand, and open the drawer where you keep all the essentials, and feel around for a minute- your eyes currently diverted from your task.
You finally find what you’ve been looking for and close the drawer. Pulling away from Justin, you show him what you have in your hand and he smiles.
You pull Justin flush against your body and point the remote at the recorder. “Lights,” you whisper, feeling a shiver run through his body, “Camera…”, you pause for a moment to see if Justin would lose his nerve at the last minute; his eyes are as fierce as the day you met him. You push the button, and hear the camera beep before you see a red light come on. “Action.”
Justin takes the remote from you and throws it behind him onto the nightstand before pushing his lips against yours again. You bend to deepen his kiss and hear him moan. Hopefully the camera can catch every sound he makes or you might just have to enhance the sound later. At this point you want to make sure the camera caught as much as it could.
You push Justin in front of the camera and stand behind him, attacking his neck, as your hands moved in and out of his shirt smoothly. You pull at his clothes and finally pull off his shirt, letting your fingers tease his nipples and scratch across his abs.
Looking into the camera, watching Justin’s reflecting in the lens. Your hand disappears into those baggy cargos and you hear Justin gasp. Gathering his balls in your hand, you knead softly, feeling his head fall back on your shoulder
“Oh God, Brian. Fuck me,” Justin whimpers, and you smile in spite of yourself.
“You want a show, don’t you?” You whisper. You feel him shiver again. “I want to make sure you get everything you want. Now open your eyes and smile for the birdie.” You end the conversation abruptly with a bite on Justin’s neck and he almost collapses in your arms, but opens his eyes.
You push Justin back up, making sure he’s steady on his feet before pushing down his pants, leaving him completely exposed to the camera.
You begin slowly pulling on his member, working the precum over his shaft. Justin tries to put his hand over yours but you swat it away. “Faster,” Justin growls, pushing his hips toward your hand.
You loose your grip and oblige. “Like this?”
“Brian…”
“Yes Sunshine?”
“Stop teasing me!”
You apply pressure again, and continue your pace. You feel one type of tension leave him and feel another build.
Every time Justin gets close to coming you pause, allowing him to regain some of his compose and to make sure he’s still looking in the camera, which he is.
“Please, please, Brian,” Justin says at one point, sounding younger than he acts most of the time. “Please let me come.”
If you weren’t such a compassionate person you would have had him begging for at least another ten minutes (and you wanted him to save some of it for later).
You give him a few quick strokes and he comes, catching as much of it as you can in your hand. As Justin regains his breath, you lick the cum off of a few of your fingers before Justin takes your hand and cleans it off.
He turns around and kisses you again moaning loudly enough that you know the camera will pick it up clearly. He begins undressing you quickly, his hands shaking slightly.
As he fights with buttons and zippers, you put your hands over his ass cheeks, swatting at them lightly, watching as the pale skin turns pink. “I don’t need anymore incentive to turn off the camera and letting you fuck me savagely,” Justin says.
“There’ll be time for that.” Tired of Justin fighting with you shirt, you it pull off over your head and throw it out of camera shot.
Justin drops to his knees in front of you and undoes your pants. You put your hands on his head, to take direction, knowing the he doesn’t need any, but knowing what it will look like on camera.
Those pink lips wrap around your member and you forget about the camera. God, if this kid wanted to be in the porn industry he’d be in as high demand as Zack O’Toole.
His hands run across your chest, trying to bring you to an orgasm, but you don’t plan on coming anywhere the camera can see.
You pull Justin up and push him onto the bed on his stomach. He scrambles to lie length-wise on the bed before you fall on him and push him into the folds of cotton.
You start at his neck again, visiting the places were you left your mark and making sure they stand out when he goes back to class on Monday. You tongue trails, quickly down his back, stopping at the base. You take the lube from the nightstand and cover your fingers in with it, and placing two into Justin’s ass, watch as he lets his body react like it wants to, but still working to show off for the camera.
You let your tongue work its way over the dip and plunge into his hole occasionally.
By the time you push in the third finger it’s no longer his hands shaking but every cell of him vibrates with anticipation. His head drops between his arms and he says something.
“What was that?” you ask, innocently, stroking his prostate lightly.
Lightning shoots through him and his head pops up quickly. “I said, ‘I’m open, fuck me.’”
“You didn’t say ‘please.’” You push you tongue into the opening moving your fingers over this nerve tissue.
“Oh, God! Fuck!! Please, Brian, fuck me, please, or I’m going to come all over the sheet!”
You reach for a condom, put it on quickly and push into him roughly. “Wouldn’t have been the first time.” His head drops back onto the bed, arms are away from his face, directing you with a tug on your hips.
You massage Justin’s back as he meets your strokes. He’s screaming your name but they’re more like whispers, being as he has his face buried. You turn his head so that the look of pure “being fucked” bliss can be seen.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says, between gasps.
Instantly, you grab his hands and hold them behind his back. “I want you to come from me fucking you.”
He moans for about another minute, swearing his going to come. When he finally does his entire body freezes, lost in time and heat, only knowing the fruit of its labor.
You lean over Justin, making sure not to block his face and come almost after him.
You collapse on him, trying to keep most of your weight off his body. After a few minutes, you reach for the remote and stop the video camera.
You pull out of Justin, discard the condom, and lay on the bed.
“Now, that was fucking hot!” Justin exclaims flopping down on the bed.
“Mhmm… Now what inspired this little adventure?”
“School project.” You can hear Justin going to sleep already. “But don’t tell Daphne.”
You smile, wrapping your arms around Justin’s body. “Uh-huh… I like Daphne, but I wasn’t going to tell her about this. I really didn’t even think she would care to hear this.”
“You’d be surprised what a total freak she is.”
You laugh as Justin falls asleep. A copy of this might show up in Daphne’s mailbox, anonymously, of course…
Written By: dalic07
Timeline: Gap-filler 309 and post 309
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: After a conversation with Daphne, Justin finds a new way to capture Brian’s beauty.
Author Notes: As always, these are not my characters, they belong to Cowlip, blah, blah. Also, I would like to thank my beta who has been my editor and muse. Here’s to four years of friendship and to many, many more.
Justin:
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun!” Daphne tries to coax you into it but you stand firm.
“There is no way I’m going to try to capture what Brian and I do behind closed doors on camera for your personal enjoyment.”
“Don’t think of it as my personal enjoyment, because I really don’t want see that anyway, think of it as a new kink.”
“Daphne, even if I could convince Brian that it’s a kink that I want to try, which, for the record, I don’t, I couldn’t keep a hard-on thinking about you watching us after.”
“Oh I doubt that. I did it once and had one of the best orgasms ever!”
“I really didn’t want to know that. And I’ve never had a problem with having fantastic orgasms, especially when Brian is involved.”
“That’s to be expected, but think about watching yourself; watching Brian and you together. You have to admit that it would be hot.”
You catch yourself thinking about it. You’ve watched Brian get blown and fuck other guys but you’ve never seen yourself blow or getting fucked by him for obvious reasons. The thought does make your dick twitch the slightest bit… ok maybe a lot, but you’re not going to tell Daphne.
You shake your head and down the rest of your water bottle. “No, that’s just too kinky, even for me. You’re just going to have to try that argument with some other gay guy and his hot boyfriend.”
She sighs and laughs. “Fine, but you’re missing out. Okay, well I have to go. Class calls.”
“Okay, talk to you later.” You flip your phone closed and sit back on the couch, trying to find a better position for you and your stiffened flesh.
You try to watch TV but can only see the faint outline of you and Brian fucking on the screen. Damn your vivid imagination!
After fifteen minutes of this torture, you decide to grab a notebook and draw Brian from earlier that day, sitting on his desk at Vanguard, looking at a board for one of the new clients. His legs are out in front of him, locked to each other at the ankles, giving you a clear view of the Prada shoes he bought last week. He is concentrating on… the text, you think, but his eyes are intense yet calm. His hair is succumbing to gravity, slanted against his face, but still allowing you to see his perfectly groomed, handsome features.
You throw yourself into the drawing, all thoughts of video cameras and televisions gone from your mind, lost among the angles of Brian’s body.
You jump when you hear the door open and slam shut, but your hand continues to work, perfecting a piece of hair hanging over the board. You feel the real thing brush against your ear as Brian leans over your shoulder and looks at the progress you’ve made.
“Someone was spying on me before he left for the day,” he whispers in your ear.
“Ha! There aren’t many times when I don’t see you looking at a board or a proposal.”
“What about when we’re at Babylon or Woody’s or…” You feel Brian’s hand drift down your chest and come to a rest on your groin, giving your cock a squeeze. “When I’m fucking you into the mattress, driving you crazy, leaving you speechless and wanting more. Why don’t you draw me like that?”
“Because when I see you like that I’m too busy being fucked into the mattress to pay attention to the curve your biceps make when you’re holding yourself over me or the arch of your back when you come.”
“Well I do suppose you get the better part of that bargain.” He kisses your neck and strokes you harder before walking up the steps.
“Mmm… I have yet to complain.” You put down the pad of paper and pencil and follow him, stopping within the frame of the room.
You watch as his tan body comes out from under the expensive suit he chose especially for that day. You bite your tongue to keep from making an audible sound but it’s not enough to keep Brian from looking back at you with an eyebrow raised. “Like the view, Sunshine?”
“From an artist’s perspective you are the perfect model.”
“And from your point of view?”
“Totally fuckable.”
“That’s generally the look I go for.”
By this point he’s down to his boxer briefs. You close the few short feet between you and him and feel his arms wrap around your waist as your arms find themselves around his neck.
He bends his body until his lips connect with yours and his cock is against your hip, making heat spread from there to every part of your body and at the same time making you conscious of your entire body.
Your shirt is over your head before it actually registers in your mind, your lungs take a breath and Brian’s back on you almost taking that air away from you again.
You kiss and lick his neck, saving the sucking for his chest and regions lower, hearing the soft sigh he reluctantly lets come from his throat. You try to bite the skin over his pecs and abs hoping to make him feel the heat that he sparks in you with every touch. You feel the pulls of his body that let you know that he is trying to keep from moaning or sighing. When your tongue dips into his navel, you hear his breath come out in a hiss and he pulls away at first from the shock but he pushes back into you to receive more.
You move faster now, your body aching to have his cock in your mouth, to feel his hot cum fill your mouth and listen to his gasps and moans as a bit of his soul leaves him.
Your mouth finally meets its goal and you look up watching as Brian loses himself. The only thing keeping him grounded is the warmth of your mouth around his member.
You begin to push at his legs, hinting at him to move toward the bed. He follows, lying on the bed, slowly, to keep from losing the connection.
When he’s finally comfortable you let go of the last waning restraint you have over your body. You position yourself above his cock and push him all the way to the back of your throat, swallowing around him. You finally hear the moan Brian had been holding back and smile to yourself, you love that sound.
Another 30 minutes of licking, sucking and teasing Brian and he finally comes. Warmth fills your mouth and you swallow, listening to Brian come back down from where ever he was.
He catches his breath and you climb back up the bed, your member standing erect (pants discarded long ago) and lay next to him, patiently staring at the ceiling.
He clears his throat after a moment, and licks his lips. “That was fucking hot,” he comments, huskily. You look at Brian and see that goofy gleam in his eye and smack his thigh and go back to looking at the ceiling. “Just like the cover of your comic.” You glance over and see the picture you and Michael had been fighting over in Brian’s hand.
You feel your face flush and put your hands to your face, smiling sheepishly. “Michael finally agreed to go with it; even if we do get arrested.”
“Uh huh… Well what kind of artist would you be if you didn’t?” You look over at him and smile, knowing that this is where you needed to be, with Brian instead of Ethan. You sits up and kiss Brian, making your cock strain more.
To your extreme displeasure there is a knock at the door and you fall back on the bed. Brian sighs. “Sorry, that’s my eleven o’clock.” He pauses and kisses you lightly again before getting up to get his jeans.
You lay in bed for a minute, again, thinking about what Daphne said. You push it from your mind and get dressed quickly, knowing that Brian wouldn’t want to try to fuck his trick with you getting dressed right next to them.
You hear Brian open the door, and a pair of shoes walk in. “Cool place,” he says, you hear him unzip his jacket.
“Ah, yeah, there’s tour’s every hour,” Brian replies, and you can’t help but snicker. This guy has no clue what he’s getting into. “Bedroom’s through there.”
You walk down the steps, coat and scarf in hand, and walk past the man. Not bad, this will be an interesting fuck. Too bad you can’t stick around.
“Who’s he?” Yeah, he has no fucking clue what he’s gotten himself into.
Wanting to hear this, you stand next to Brian while you pull on your coat. “Uh…That’s a difficult question to answer given the limitations of the language, the conventionality of most people’s thinking.” Brian pauses to look at you and you return his gaze, knowing what he is getting ready to say will mean more than the trick will ever realize. “Umm, let’s just say he’s the guy I fucked more than once.”
You smile at Brian and give the trick a less-than-innocent smile. “Unlike you,” you say, simply, before kissing Brian and walking out and closing the door.
As you walk to the diner you began thinking about Daphne’s proposition again (you make a mental note to duct tape Daphne’s mouth shut next time you see her) and it sticks in your head through your shift at the diner (which got you great tips). On your way back to Daph’s you make a decision to go for it. No matter whether Brian says yes or no you’ll more than likely end up on the bed being fucked senselessly and moaning uncontrollably.
You recall seeing a camera in a cabinet, next to a tripod one time when you were looking for a pan (or maybe a cleaning product). Well, that takes care of the camera all you need now is the great Kinney to give his final say and you both would be amateur porn stars.
Brian:
After many hours of dancing at Babylon, the last thing you would expect to see in your loft is Justin, in the bedroom, clothes still on, fussing over something in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Need some help, Sunshine?” you ask, getting a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
“No, just stay in there, I’ll be out in a minute.” Though you would be more than content going into your room and fucking the shit out of Justin, you stay there; an angry twink would kill your high.
You lean against the counter, watching his bubble butt move around, keeping his secret from you. You move to the couch, and lay there, trying to relax before going into more cardiovascular exercise.
Justin pops up a minute later, a satisfied grin on his face. “Hey.” He leaps off the stairs and onto the couch, kissing you. “Have a fun time at Babylon?”
“New tricks, same old song and dance. What about you? How was the diner?”
“Same old customers, better tips though.” He kisses you more passionately this time and whispers, “I’ve been hard all day.”
You drop your voice to meet his tone. “That doesn’t surprise me. All of that energy you had when you left I didn’t think you’d make it all the way to the diner without popping your zipper.”
“Not only that, but I haven’t jacked off all day.”
“Mhmm… Now what can we do to celebrate this momentous occasion?”
“I have an idea.” He stands up. “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Is that really necessary? I mean the couch will do just fine for what we need.”
“Yes it’s necessary. Now come on!” He pulls you to your feet and drags you to the bedroom. You stop at the top of the steps and turn your gaze toward the bathroom.
There stands the tripod you bought a few years ago, and the camera that came with it. There is a story behind that, but, happily, you destroyed all the evidence and Mikey is sworn to secrecy, though you’re sure he’d spill the first chance he got.
Justin pushes against you, his cock against your thigh, leaving a wet spot on your jeans. “What do you think?” he asks his tongue in his cheek.
You turn your attention to his eyes; they scream for you to fuck him and who are you to deny his request?
Being more of a man of action than words, you push Justin into the middle of the room, and he complies, kissing your face and neck, completely forgetting about the camera for the moment.
You stop him before he runs into the night stand, and open the drawer where you keep all the essentials, and feel around for a minute- your eyes currently diverted from your task.
You finally find what you’ve been looking for and close the drawer. Pulling away from Justin, you show him what you have in your hand and he smiles.
You pull Justin flush against your body and point the remote at the recorder. “Lights,” you whisper, feeling a shiver run through his body, “Camera…”, you pause for a moment to see if Justin would lose his nerve at the last minute; his eyes are as fierce as the day you met him. You push the button, and hear the camera beep before you see a red light come on. “Action.”
Justin takes the remote from you and throws it behind him onto the nightstand before pushing his lips against yours again. You bend to deepen his kiss and hear him moan. Hopefully the camera can catch every sound he makes or you might just have to enhance the sound later. At this point you want to make sure the camera caught as much as it could.
You push Justin in front of the camera and stand behind him, attacking his neck, as your hands moved in and out of his shirt smoothly. You pull at his clothes and finally pull off his shirt, letting your fingers tease his nipples and scratch across his abs.
Looking into the camera, watching Justin’s reflecting in the lens. Your hand disappears into those baggy cargos and you hear Justin gasp. Gathering his balls in your hand, you knead softly, feeling his head fall back on your shoulder
“Oh God, Brian. Fuck me,” Justin whimpers, and you smile in spite of yourself.
“You want a show, don’t you?” You whisper. You feel him shiver again. “I want to make sure you get everything you want. Now open your eyes and smile for the birdie.” You end the conversation abruptly with a bite on Justin’s neck and he almost collapses in your arms, but opens his eyes.
You push Justin back up, making sure he’s steady on his feet before pushing down his pants, leaving him completely exposed to the camera.
You begin slowly pulling on his member, working the precum over his shaft. Justin tries to put his hand over yours but you swat it away. “Faster,” Justin growls, pushing his hips toward your hand.
You loose your grip and oblige. “Like this?”
“Brian…”
“Yes Sunshine?”
“Stop teasing me!”
You apply pressure again, and continue your pace. You feel one type of tension leave him and feel another build.
Every time Justin gets close to coming you pause, allowing him to regain some of his compose and to make sure he’s still looking in the camera, which he is.
“Please, please, Brian,” Justin says at one point, sounding younger than he acts most of the time. “Please let me come.”
If you weren’t such a compassionate person you would have had him begging for at least another ten minutes (and you wanted him to save some of it for later).
You give him a few quick strokes and he comes, catching as much of it as you can in your hand. As Justin regains his breath, you lick the cum off of a few of your fingers before Justin takes your hand and cleans it off.
He turns around and kisses you again moaning loudly enough that you know the camera will pick it up clearly. He begins undressing you quickly, his hands shaking slightly.
As he fights with buttons and zippers, you put your hands over his ass cheeks, swatting at them lightly, watching as the pale skin turns pink. “I don’t need anymore incentive to turn off the camera and letting you fuck me savagely,” Justin says.
“There’ll be time for that.” Tired of Justin fighting with you shirt, you it pull off over your head and throw it out of camera shot.
Justin drops to his knees in front of you and undoes your pants. You put your hands on his head, to take direction, knowing the he doesn’t need any, but knowing what it will look like on camera.
Those pink lips wrap around your member and you forget about the camera. God, if this kid wanted to be in the porn industry he’d be in as high demand as Zack O’Toole.
His hands run across your chest, trying to bring you to an orgasm, but you don’t plan on coming anywhere the camera can see.
You pull Justin up and push him onto the bed on his stomach. He scrambles to lie length-wise on the bed before you fall on him and push him into the folds of cotton.
You start at his neck again, visiting the places were you left your mark and making sure they stand out when he goes back to class on Monday. You tongue trails, quickly down his back, stopping at the base. You take the lube from the nightstand and cover your fingers in with it, and placing two into Justin’s ass, watch as he lets his body react like it wants to, but still working to show off for the camera.
You let your tongue work its way over the dip and plunge into his hole occasionally.
By the time you push in the third finger it’s no longer his hands shaking but every cell of him vibrates with anticipation. His head drops between his arms and he says something.
“What was that?” you ask, innocently, stroking his prostate lightly.
Lightning shoots through him and his head pops up quickly. “I said, ‘I’m open, fuck me.’”
“You didn’t say ‘please.’” You push you tongue into the opening moving your fingers over this nerve tissue.
“Oh, God! Fuck!! Please, Brian, fuck me, please, or I’m going to come all over the sheet!”
You reach for a condom, put it on quickly and push into him roughly. “Wouldn’t have been the first time.” His head drops back onto the bed, arms are away from his face, directing you with a tug on your hips.
You massage Justin’s back as he meets your strokes. He’s screaming your name but they’re more like whispers, being as he has his face buried. You turn his head so that the look of pure “being fucked” bliss can be seen.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says, between gasps.
Instantly, you grab his hands and hold them behind his back. “I want you to come from me fucking you.”
He moans for about another minute, swearing his going to come. When he finally does his entire body freezes, lost in time and heat, only knowing the fruit of its labor.
You lean over Justin, making sure not to block his face and come almost after him.
You collapse on him, trying to keep most of your weight off his body. After a few minutes, you reach for the remote and stop the video camera.
You pull out of Justin, discard the condom, and lay on the bed.
“Now, that was fucking hot!” Justin exclaims flopping down on the bed.
“Mhmm… Now what inspired this little adventure?”
“School project.” You can hear Justin going to sleep already. “But don’t tell Daphne.”
You smile, wrapping your arms around Justin’s body. “Uh-huh… I like Daphne, but I wasn’t going to tell her about this. I really didn’t even think she would care to hear this.”
“You’d be surprised what a total freak she is.”
You laugh as Justin falls asleep. A copy of this might show up in Daphne’s mailbox, anonymously, of course…